Dear Penthouse

You'll never believe this.

And probably, you shouldn't.

But you're going to want to and

that's what it's all about.

A sensual illusion, illuminated

by soft moans followed

by even louder moans and maybe

when I tell you I'm slapping my own a*s,

it's just a belt, against a couch but maybe

just maybe

I'm actually slapping myself so hard you

can hear it travel through the speaker

of the phone and the wires connecting

us, wherever you are.

And wherever I am.

Maybe you wanted a threesome.

Two beautiful women licking

and sucking

and lapping at each other while you

pretend that the sticky hand around your c**k

is my mouth and

the hand holding the phone is around

the back of my neck, maybe

this other woman, maybe she

actually has her face between my thighs, nose

deep and writing poetry with her tongue but

maybe

just maybe

you're on speaker and we are smoking cigarettes.

"What are you doing now, baby?"

you moan into the phone and with

a sigh full of apparent pleasure I tell you

"my fingers are in my p***y and you feel so good,"

and even though you know damn well I'm

holding a phone in one hand,

you still ask

"and what about the other hand?"

Maybe you ask for a tall blonde, thick

with southern belle charm and I

give you my best 'tall girl with big fake t*****s'

impression and ask

"what do you wanna do to me, daddy?

Oh, my name?  Well,

I'm whoever you wanna pay me to be, big boy."

And maybe

I really am some nameless, faceless

sex doll with big tits and a smooth accent or maybe

I'm only five feet tall with small breasts and no southern charm but

illusion.

We f**k with our eyes closed for the sake of

illusion.

Maybe you are calling me at home.

Maybe you are the man I'm waiting for, the man

with a voice as slick as k-y jelly and as raspy

as the sound my vibrator makes when I use it

after we hang up.

But.

Probably not.

You'll want to believe this but

you probably shouldn't.

Reviews

[Mary]

But you still ask what about the other hand... love this line, love this poem! So well done! The illusions of phone sex

[BlueZan]

Thank you!

[jb]

This has a funny vibe for sure lol

[Saddam]

Tone of dark desire.
I like the way it is written.
Great write.

[BlueZan]

Thank you very much!

[jeannemarie coulter]

powerful penning...the following lines are steeped in reality...extremely potent...kudos to you...

And maybe
I really am some nameless, faceless
sex doll with big tits and a smooth accent or maybe
I'm only five feet tall with small breasts and no southern charm but
illusion.
We f**k with our eyes closed for the sake of
illusion.

[BlueZan]

Thank you for your review! I was hoping for exactly that, reality. Much appreciated!

[jeannemarie coulter]

welcome and blessed be...

[wordman]

dam,a touch of reality,and i wonder, how many suckers would pay the price for some phone sex..
great imagery

[BlueZan]

Thank you! And you'd be surprised haha. This poem was inspired by own experiences as a 'phone actress.'

[wordman]

i remember a song by ray stevens on phone sex,it was hilarious large overweitht woman smoking,filing her nails and talking trash me i`m a hands on person lol

[BlueZan]

I'm going to have to look into that song! And that's really the only way to do it, the possibility of deception is not much of a turn on.

[wordman]

you will love the song,it really covers it